By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
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Keyshia
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Onika
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Angela
Keyshia curled through last piece of her hair before turning the curling irons off. "Okay, you're ready now let's go." She grabbed her hand, leading her out the bedroom.
Onika followed behind them, "Right, we tryna do this as quiet as possible. Them niggas is nosy." She whispered, but their quietness failed as they tried to sneak past, the sound of their heels clacking against the floor gave them away.
Chris nudged Tremaine, Michael looked over at what they were amused by. "What the hell do they think they're doin?" He lowly chuckled, staring at the ladies heading for the front door.
Micheal cleared his throat causing Keyshia to quickly open the front door and leave Chyna and Nicki behind. "Key- why the hell she run?" Chris questioned, standing up from the couch.
Trey narrowed his eyes at him, "Why she run? Nigga you don't let her do shit, I'd run too." He laughed.
Chyna smiled innocently, "Babe, we'll be back in like three hours." She told Michael.
